So, I spent most of yesterday morning praying to the Creative Gods for a sign telling me how to better shape my business. Creatively, I am pursuing a lot of different projects, and I think it's too many directions to market effectively. It's SUPER hard for me to choose one or two to focus on, but I think it's best for sustenaining a business.
All morning I was trying to let go and read the tea leaves when I came across a bone fragment at the corner of the barn, right next to the stepping stone path to my studio. It's not unusual to find bones here. I have found several--perhaps belonging to the same skeleton. I think they get washed down the hill and collect at the barn.
I picked it up for my Everyday Woolgathering Journal, and then it dawned on me that it might be a message from the Creative Gods. Coming back from the studio in the evening, Pat told me that we lost a limb on my favorite Oak Tree in the front of the house. It was a dead limb, but I can not describe to you how it hurts me when they fall. It breaks my heart.
Anyway, two signs of death and loss yesterday makes me think that I must cut the dead out of the business. I'm wincing because I know it's going to hurt!
Have you ever walked into a Mosquito Cloud? Are these the boys flying in circles while the women mosquitoes go out and get blood? This is what I think about everytime I walk through a particular mosquito cloud that hovers over the path to my studio from the house. There are damselflies there too, which I swear I had never seen in my life until moving to Spring Bird. When I incorrectly referred to them as dragonflifes, my children (then ages 5 and 8) quickly corrected me. How did they know about damselflies? I was impressed! Anyway these blue damselflies hang around the barn and gardens during the Summer. I wish I would have noted when they first appeared this year. Next year, I will pay better attention.
The kids and I have been practicing being naturalists this Summer. We have found this structure, designed by Claire Leslie in The Nature Connection, to be a useful means for capturing a moment or phenomenon of a day. Since I am obsessed with marking time and recording moments, especially those seasonal happenings that are constant in flux, I want to make more frequent entries like this one. These will eventually give me a picture of a year at Spring Bird and help to inform my Woolgathering publication. I hope you don't mind that I share them with you so that you can follow along with the ebb and flow of the seasons!
Today's entry is about the chicory that finally made it to the front yard only to be eaten by deer. :(
Anna Lentz, artist and writer, blogs about making a creative life connected with nature at Spring Bird.